I am but an earthen vessel
drawn from dirt I stand still.
As the rain falls I do weep.
As the earth turns I do sleep.
I stand and look at the sky,
as I move forward I ask why.
Such a place as this is irony
tis why this earth’s a part of me.
For my mind bends all directions.
All consumed I desire my affections.
To sustain these lungs is air,
to sustain my soul I’ll meet you there.